Late at night, eleven fifty.

Bayin shrank behind the window tremblingly, but he didn't walk. In front of the gate courtyard was the Border Bridge. The distance was about fifty meters. It was dark at night, so he didn't know at all. On the other side of China, Xiao Guolong, like him, also clutched the window tightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the other end of the Border Bridge.

On winter nights in the north, the wind whistles, and the whimpering sound is like the whine of a ghost. There is no rustling of leaves, because the leaves are covered with ice, as if the white god of death stands on the ice field. The dark night sky and the pale snow world blend at the end of the earth, forming a kind of desolate and silent beauty.

At this time, the gates between both sides have been closed. Except for the places where the soldiers are on duty, there are no lights. Only the street lights on both sides of the border bridge are like oil lamps from barren mountains, shining hazy in the snowy night. The only movement is that when the soldiers change their guards, they crunch the snow, but they are immediately submerged in the wind and snow.

Xiao Guolong did not turn on the lights, and the reply above came in the afternoon. After he mobilized the surveillance and sent Qin Ye's appearance, the answer from the superior was to ignore it. But he had to be here. This is his duty, and he had the obligation to record large supernatural events.

The night was very quiet, and you could even hear the sound of the second hand clamping on the wall clock. Suddenly, twelve bells rang, scaring him, suddenly turned around, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, relaxed gently, suppressed his beating heart, and looked at Jieqiao.

Very quiet, as quiet as death, the quiet four fields seemed to sweep through the night with suffocating fear.

Just when he saw Jieqiao, he shook all over and almost exclaimed in surprise!

At some point, a figure appeared at the edge of the Border Bridge!

It was very light under the pale moonlight, but he bet that this was indeed a figure! It seemed to be wearing ancient Chinese clothes, and the most important thing was... it seemed that a dog was holding in his arms and gently caressing it.

It was him... the boy who came in the morning... His whole body shook slightly, and the feeling of over-electricity made his skin burst into tears. He suddenly remembered something and rushed to the door with five live ammunition soldiers standing there.

Like a javelin.

"Are the monitors aligned?" Even though he was so far away, he lowered his voice, for fear that the other party would hear it, and said in a trembling voice: "Remember... don't go out... No matter what, you must be under the national emblem, and the Yin Qi Tester, the Spirit Eye System..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped.

No answer.

The lights in the passage were still there, but they made him feel a bit cold. All the soldiers were like zombies and did not respond to him.

Slap la la la la!! At the same time, the window suddenly opened, and the cold wind poured in desperately, like thousands of ghosts crying. At the same time... the rustling sound of the woods being blown by the strong wind.

The intense fear tightened Xiao Guolong's heart, as if to confirm his fear, the lights in the passage flashed. And just as he was in a daze, he suddenly saw... the warriors who were still breathing but were like zombies, their heads turned stiffly, and their dull eyes were nailed to him.

It seems to be telling him to stay here and go out...you will die.

No...everyone will die.

This is not the country that low-level practitioners should enter.

Touch! The huge fear made Xiao Guolong rush back to the room, desperately closed the door, pressing his body against the door, gasping for breath. He looked out of the window, and then he suddenly discovered...

God has changed.

The endless yin energy condensed towards the direction of the boundary bridge. It was visible that black waves formed on the snow. However, no trace of yin energy dared to cross the shadow, but a small figure condensed above the shadow.

Wearing black and red clothing, the sleeves and corners of the clothes seemed to condense yin energy, as if it was empty and illusory, with a ghost fire half a meter high in his eyes, and a dog was held in his hand. Standing before the Border Bridge.

As he appeared, the lights on the Realm Bridge were all extinguished. When they lighted up again, they shone with a faint green light, like a bridge to hell.

"My God..." Xiao Guolong clasped his hands together, stretched out a head under the windowsill, and his voice was floating.

This terrifying yin energy... this suffocating scene... is this a vision of the appearance of a high-level evil ghost? This is simply terrifying than all the evil ghosts you know combined!

He was really glad that he did not ask for help at will. Otherwise... the investigators in the entire Mongolian province would not know how many deaths would be here tonight.

Such high-level evil spirits must be looking for the same thing. With two or three big cats, how can they stop each other?

He was like this, and Bayin, who was separated by a bridge, was like hell, and he had long been lying under the table and dared not look out any longer.

Qin Ye stood at the bridge head and did not walk. Through his eyes, he could already see a luxurious carriage parked there on the other side of the bridge, which was more than ten meters away.

The gilded car body is completely made of bones. It is inlaid with a grizzly bear and a ribbon on it. Green lanterns are carried at four corners. The coachman... it turned out to be the Marquis of Lumenetsev!

The infinite yin energy could not be blocked at all, overflowing from the gaps in the car, forming painful and wailing faces of Yin energy, disappearing into the night sky.

The one who can get the Marquis to drive the car and sit inside... must be the Duke!

grim Reaper.

One of the three Russian gods of death... He watched quietly for dozens of seconds before he slowly took a step, his body turned into a cold wind, and directly passed through the barrier.

This is the last chapter of the book called Forbidden Art. All important people on both sides ended in person. No one will be self-reliant. This invisible battle between countries will be settled in the negotiations tonight.

Surprisingly, Qin Ye's heart was not nervous at all. He was not even one-tenth of the negotiations in Africa.

Any story is important to the plot, and the sliver of plots will be destined to the ending. When the ending appears, the most emotional moment has passed, but a kind of release.

Just after crossing the border bridge, the carriage opened almost at the same time. A skeleton dressed in ancient European aristocratic costume slowly walked down, politely touched his right chest with his left hand and bowed slightly: "Peter I. Alexeyevich."

Very calm and ordinary. He did not show off his name because his name has shined for too long in world history.

Qin Ye looked at the skeleton with a smile. Although he was prepared for it, he was still shocked by the name at this moment.

Peter the Great... One of the famous emperors in world history, without him, there would be no Russia. It was him who started Russia's glorious chapter and started Russia's reform and opening up. His name no longer needs much explanation. At the same time... it shows Russia's importance to this matter.

The skeleton has no characteristics, except for a circle of white hair on its head. From time to time, the appearance of Peter the Great during his lifetime was transformed on the skeleton. But in a flash, the handshake of one person and one ghost was about to break up. Peter the Great smiled and bowed gently again: "Mr. Diting, long time no see."

"Indeed, it's gone for hundreds of years." Di Ting nodded faintly. Peter the Great got on the car first: "Two, please."

Qin Ye naturally would not refuse. After getting on the bus, he heard the sound of a horse whip and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated. Qin Ye narrowed his eyes, in this direction... was he going straight to Ulaanbaatar?

He didn't talk much. If the Russian forbidden arts incident was a tsunami driven by a big hand, then the sea surface had already gone from the initial undercurrent to the current storm.

China, Russia, and the four permanent members who may exist behind each other are all ships on this tsunami. Whoever can reach the other side will appear tonight... Ni Duan will appear.

No one said nonsense. Two minutes after the carriage started, Peter the Great took his gaze from the window and bowed slightly for the third time: "The Russian underworld is very grateful to the Chinese underworld for its generosity."

Di Ting had a strange and obscure smile on the corner of her mouth.

Bold?

Smile... I don't know if you can still smile...

"It doesn't matter whether it's generous or not." Facing the foreign god of death, Di Ting's expression has always been arrogant: "Can Russia's underworld have the forbidden technique, which will pose a threat to China?"

"Of course not." Peter the Great let out a hoarse laugh: "On the contrary, I believe that we can cooperate more directions, such as Yin Fu and Second Generation Forbidden Technique. Please believe us, the Russian underworld will always be the strongest ally of China."

Qin Ye gently combed Di Ting's hair and leaned on the chair and smiled slightly.

When we fools?

Whoever gave you the forbidden technique module will you turn to. But... it doesn't matter.

At that time, you will know very well who has the final say in this land of Asia.

"Maybe." He said with a smile.

"Qinfu Lord." Emperor Peter turned to him, smiling in his voice: "My Lord once again apologized for the Korean affairs. We absolutely did not support Liu Yu's idea, but the situation was urgent. If something like the resentful soul crystal does not dig after a vision, it will sink into the ground. After this incident, we will give the underworld of the Chinese Kingdom a satisfactory reply. And promise to never interfere in the internal affairs of the vassal states of the Chinese Kingdom."

Qin Ye smiled and said, "That official will wait and see."

Peter the Great leaned on the chair with satisfaction and he got what he wanted.

The beginning was to test the attitude of the underworld in China - after all, the last time the underworld in China did not hold back and did not nod, so they really didn't dare to take action. But this time, the underworld still did not object.

Of course, this is not to say that China promised them. But... to this point, there is no turning back.

His seemingly casual gaze swept across the earth and looked at the wilderness in the far north.

There, 50,000 Queen's Imperial Guards and 300,000 Cossack cavalry were already waiting for the battle. The crows and swallows of the GB had already controlled the major hubs. With just one order... the Mongolian underworld would disappear on the map of the world's underworld in less than three hours!

Its territory is not important, how big is it?

Its people are not important, how many people are there?

The only important thing is the Resentful Soul Crystal! Within three hours of digging the Resentful Soul Crystal... who dares to stop it, even if it is the underworld of China, they will not hesitate to fight!

Not betrayal is never because of loyalty, but because the price is not enough.
Chapter completed!